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Lady Saxondale and the young person with the stored-up wrath were met at the Gare du Nord by Mr. Savage, all smiles and good spirits. Quentin was rounding-to nicely, and there was little danger from complications.
Seems to me the poor girl is right in the stand she takes. She wants proof, and positive proof, you know. I don't blame her. How the deuce can she break it off with the fellow on the flimsy excuse that Phil Quentin and Lady Saxondale say he is a rascal? You've all been acting like a tribe of ninnies, if you'll pardon my saying so."
That person asked me if Lord Robert Saxondale owned a place in the valley, and I said that his lordship dwelt in Castle Craneycrow. The men were very curious, and a tall Italian whispered questions to the officer, who put them to me roughly. There was no harm in telling them that his lordship was here with a party of friends " "Good Lord!" gasped Dickey, despairingly.
Ugo would have dashed up to meet them had not the two Americans blocked the way. Slowly Dorothy came down the oaken steps, followed by Lady Saxondale. Lady Jane and Father Bivot were not far behind them. "Dorothy!" cried Ugo. "Thank heaven, I have found you!" She stopped on the bottom step, within arm's length of Philip Quentin.
Where could he go? As he entered the club a man hailed him from the front room. "Quentin, you're just the man I'm looking for. Come in here." It was the Earl of Saxondale familiarly "Lord Bob" an old chum of Quentin's. "My missus sent me with an invitation for you, and I've come for your acceptance," said the Englishman, when Quentin had joined him. "Come home with us.
When she arose the next morning, Baker told her that Mr. Quentin was ill. His cold had settled on his lungs and he had a fever. Lady Saxondale seemed worried over the rather lugubrious report from Dickey Savage, who came downstairs early with Phil's apologies for not presenting himself at the breakfast table.
Paying no heed to the malevolent glare in the Italian's eyes, Saxondale turned and bade a servant ask Miss Garrison to come down if it pleased her to do so. "I presume Brussels is very much excited over Miss Garrison's disappearance," said he to the livid-faced prince. "Brussels is horrified, but she will rejoice tomorrow. Thank God, we have not toiled in vain." "Sit down.
Dorothy followed her down the long, dark hall and into the boudoir of Castle Craneycrow's mistress. Lady Jane sat on the broad window seat, looking pensively out at the blue sky. There was in the room such an air of absolute peace and security that Dorothy's heart gave a sharp, wistful throb. "I'm glad you've come, Dorothy," said Lady Saxondale, approaching from the shadowy side of the room.
"Please, sir, they are becoming very angry, and say they will break down the gates in the name of the law," said the servant, reentering hurriedly. "I will go out and talk to them about the law," said Saxondale, grimly. "Don't be alarmed, Miss Garrison. We'll take care of you. Gad, you look as if you want to faint! Get her upstairs, Frances."
Quentin deliberately went on to say that he would take no lackey, preferring to expose none but himself in the undertaking. "Can you be ready in an hour, Dorothy?" he asked, after Saxondale had reluctantly consented. "Do you insist on carrying out this Quixotic plan, Phil?" she asked, after a long pause. "Positively." "Then, I can be ready in half an hour," she said, leaving the table abruptly.
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